A Wild Meander Posted on May 24, 2018 by Lisa Rosier I don’t want to hear the morn’ coming in; stay at bay. At my pace, I’ll share my fruit with the wild; bid good day. When the sun seems warm enough, out I’ll go; come what may. Truth is, creatures know I can’t resist them; so I stray. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
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Reads like a flowing brook whose bends allow it to meander at its own pace. Love this!
How kind of you to tell me. Thank you.
Your piece really moved me (pun intended). You are welcome!